Monster Chronicles: My Daoist Skill Comes from Mythology-Chapter 728 - 628: The Strange Origin, the Kunlun Treasure Mirror

Shaoyang Starry Sky.

A towering ancient mountain stands among it.

The peaks rise majestically, divine light converging. Upon closer inspection, immortals can be faintly seen riding clouds and flying.

At the mountaintop, the symbols of the sun and moon appear.

This is Kunlun Mountain.

The Xuanpu on the mountain is filled with noble and luxurious palaces.

Above the sun is a Golden Palace, blazing with fiery fire, its splendor growing ever more radiant.

Inside the palace, sits a white-haired man clad in a crimson robe, with a longbow hanging behind the throne.

This man is none other than Hou Yi, whom few have seen for years. The other moonlight presence belongs to Yao Ji.

Boom!

Suddenly, a loud explosion echoes across the sky.

Hou Yi opens his eyes and curses under his breath, "Here we go again. Notify everyone—prepare for battle!"

As soon as his words fall, a three-legged golden crow flies out of the palace.

Soon, beams of tunneling light shoot skyward from Kunlun Mountain.

The Eight Immortals, Wang Lingguan, the Eight Great Celestial Masters, Yangg Jian Erlang God, the Four Directions and Four Spirits, the Sanqing Birds, Emperor Tianpeng, the Kai Ming Beast, and other innate and acquired divine beings soar into the skies to confront the enemy.

Hou Yi walks toward the palace entrance, while Yao Ji of the Taiyin Star follows closely behind.

They behold a void filled with devils.

Flames, poisonous waters, demonic qi, three-headed demonic dragons, ominous Qilins, black phoenixes, and other monstrous demons and creatures.

These devils are led by three Demon Lords.

One has countless eyes, towering at immeasurable height. Even the smallest of its eyes resembles mountain peaks, densely covering its body—enough to stir disgust upon sight.

Another is covered entirely in arms, muscular and contorted, each arm varying in size and length.

The last is composed entirely of heads.

These three Demon Lords all possess the cultivation of True Immortals.

The Demon Eye emits a million golden rays, instantaneously turning Kunlun Heavenly Court's heavenly army into scattered souls.

The Demon Hand wields boundless strength, tearing apart every array in its path.

The Demon Head spews spells from its mouths.

Beneath the boundless demonic tides, the Kunlun Heavenly Court suffers defeat after defeat.

"Act now."

Hou Yi forces a bitter smile.

He hadn't anticipated the Demon Tribulation to be this severe, even drawing three True Immortals.

It appears there would be no way to relay the Queen Mother's secret to the Eastern King in this lifetime.

Hou Yi draws his bow and arrow, his body emanating intense sunlight.

Boom!

The Divine Arrow pierces the air.

It shatters one of the Demon Lords' heads.

But against the swarm of heads, such an attack seems insignificant.

Yao Ji wields the Taiyin Treasure Mirror, sending beams of light to freeze ghosts and gods.

Though both are True Immortals, they fall slightly short of matching the Taoist Realm of the three Demon Lords.

Not to mention the overwhelming multitude of demonic tides.

Despite their comparatively robust forces, they pale in the face of the demons.

Soon, they retreat within Kunlun's defenses.

Inside the hall, Hou Yi secretly transmits his message to Yao Ji.

"If we can't hold on, I'll cover you during the retreat. Flee as far as you can with the others."

"No..."

"It's decided. The Queen Mother's entrusted mission must be accomplished. It's the Great Thousand World's only hope for survival!"

Hearing this, Yao Ji's eyes brim with tears as she reluctantly nods.

...

Donghua Heavenly Court, Palace of the Polestar, where all Heavenly Immortals gather.

"The Primordial Chaos Dao—so this is the supreme Great Dao?"

The Heavenly Immortals are ecstatic, while the True Immortals are despondent.

Mao Ying, Mao Gu, the Water and Fire Emperors, the Great Sun Buddha Ancestor, Emperor Houtu, and Xii Jing all appear crestfallen.

Unlike those who newly attain the Dao, these long-time True Immortals feel a profound sense of loss.

If they had known of the Primordial Chaos Method earlier, things might have been different.

What disheartens them even more is the realization that the Great Dao they've adhered to for so long was flawed—destined to lead to destruction.

For the Great Thousand World, assimilating into the cosmos might seem like supreme glory, yet for sentient beings, it's no different from death.

They do not doubt Song Lin's claim. Song Lin's current state—eternal and infinite—is proof enough, capable of crushing True Immortals like ants.

"Do not despair. Once I achieve the Primordial Chaos Daluo Immortal Realm, I may have a chance to assist you all."

Song Lin reassures them.

At this moment, the entire Donghua shakes briefly, signaling a secure arrival.

"Heavenly Emperor, many demons and monsters await outside,"

The Heavenly Court Envoy reports.

Without needing confirmation, everyone senses the heavy demonic qi.

Just as they prepare to act, Song Lin stops them.

"I'll handle this."

Whoosh!

Song Lin transforms into a streak of black light and rushes outside.

Standing solitary in the void, he steps upon a Black Lotus—this is Wutian Buddha Ancestor, the Demon of Ten Thousand Demons.

The demons, already unsettled by the sudden appearance of the Middle Thousand Earth, now swarm toward the figure that has emerged.

Unfortunately, as soon as they approach the Lotus Throne, they are instantly absorbed by an invisible force.

No hesitation—every demon that comes near is swallowed whole.

As more demons are consumed, the events on the battlefield draw the attention of the three Demon Lords.

The trio, brimming with demonic qi, encircle Song Lin.

Despite facing three True Immortal Demon Lords, Song Lin remains unshaken.

Had they been regular True Immortals, he might face a tougher fight.

But against demons—creatures subject to hierarchical suppression among their own kind—they stand no chance.

With Song Lin's superior cultivation and the suppression effect, defeating them feels as effortless as playing with children.

Kunlun Mountain.

Hou Yi and the others observe an unusual scene: the demons suddenly shift toward another side of the battlefield.

"What's happening?" Hou Yi asks, puzzled.

Beside him, Erlang God enhances his vision and explains, "Another Great Demon has appeared."

The group's hearts sink.

They were already struggling against three Demon Lords—adding another would be disastrous.

Hou Yi readies the evacuation orders.

Then Erlang God remarks, "But it seems like an internal conflict has erupted."

"That's good news. Let's wait for their infighting, then..."

Before he can finish, anguished screams echo as the three Demon Lords' bodies collapse, their demonic qi absorbed by the new Great Demon.

The group's hope plummets to its lowest point.

This demon is unimaginably powerful.

At that moment, the demon leisurely approaches.

Surprisingly, the demon appears refined rather than ferocious—black-haired, robed in black, with an air of subtle benevolence amidst its demonic nature.

From beginning to end, there's an unsettling strangeness about it.

Its face, strangely enough, seems familiar.

"Hou Yi, Yao Ji. It's been a long time."

Finally, the Demon Lord speaks.

Hearing its voice, Hou Yi exclaims in shock, "Master? This…"

Could it be that his master has also been corrupted by demon nature?

Seeing their expressions, Song Lin understands their concerns and resumes his original appearance.

"Don't be alarmed. This is merely the Dao that I've comprehended. If one seeks to remain untainted by demons, one must become the strongest of demons."

The group finds his reasoning unexpectedly sound.

Regardless, with Song Lin's return, Hou Yi feels relief and says, "Master, you're finally here."

"Sorry to keep you waiting. Where is the Queen Mother?"

Song Lin surveys the surroundings, but the Queen Mother remains absent.

"The Queen Mother merged with the Great Dao a million years ago."

"As I suspected..."

Song Lin had anticipated this—ancient immortals have all vanished; the Queen Mother's survival was unlikely.

"Before merging with the Dao, the Queen Mother left me with one message."

Hou Yi dismisses the others and seals the space with golden light to obscure sound and vision.

"What is it?"

"The Queen Mother said she knows the origin of the time-travel artifact you possess."

"What origin?"

"Yuanshi Tianzun—Kunlun Mirror."